HCB Chapter 67 Wife's dark face: Put your clothes on! I'm the only one allowed to look!
Chapter 67 Wife's dark face: Put your clothes on! I'm the only one allowed to look!
The screams from the audience still echoed in the air. The girls holding up light boards had their eyes almost popping out of their sockets, and they were frantically taking pictures with their phones, afraid of missing a single second of springtime.
Lin Zhou was still in that shirt-lifting pose, sweat trickling down his abs, his hormones practically overflowing the screen. He was panting heavily, wondering if the system's assessment of "contrast" was strong enough, and whether he should hold the pose for a few more seconds?
Just then, a white figure, like a cub guarding its prey, rushed to the center of the stage with a fragrant breeze.
It was so fast that even the camera couldn't keep up.
"Snapped!"
A crisp sound of fabric slapping.
Lin Zhou felt a sudden tightening on his wrist, followed by a sensation of cold and heat on his stomach. His hand, which had been hovering in mid-air, was forcibly pulled down, and at the same time, his sweat-soaked black T-shirt was ripped off by a slender yet powerful hand.
It was completely covered, so tightly that not a breath of air could pass through.
Not even his belly button was showing.
Lin Zhou was stunned.
He blinked, looking at Su Qingge who had suddenly appeared in front of him, her chest heaving violently, his mind a little blank.
"Wife? What...what are you doing?"
"Shut up!"
Su Qingge glared at him fiercely, her eyes practically blazing with fury. Not feeling safe enough, she reached out and forcefully pulled down the hem of his T-shirt, as if she wanted to stuff him inside a case.
After doing all this, she suddenly turned around.
At this moment, Su Qingge no longer possessed any of her usual nonchalant and aloof demeanor.
Her cheeks were flushed, her hair was slightly disheveled, and her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were wide open, like a lioness whose territory had been invaded, staring intently at the audience below who had not yet come to their senses and the still-flashing cameras.
She snatched the microphone from Lin Zhou's hand, which he hadn't had time to put down.
"Sizzle—"
A sharp, grating electrical hum rang out.
The entire venue fell silent instantly. Everyone was taken aback by this sudden turn of events and stared blankly at the stage.
Su Qingge took a deep breath, her knuckles white as she gripped the microphone. She raised her chin, her gaze sweeping sharply across the room, her voice as cold as if it contained shards of ice, yet also revealing an undisguised urgency and domineering air:
"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a man before?"
The audience was silent.
"The performance is over!"
Su Qingge's voice rose an octave, carrying an undeniable air of authority:
"Furthermore, I would like to make a solemn declaration."
She paused, then turned to the side, like protecting a chick, spreading her arms wide to completely shield the 1.83-meter-tall man behind her, leaving the audience with only a resolute silhouette:
"Lin Zhou is my husband, and it's legal."
"His abs are paid content! Only I can see them! You want to see them for free?"
Su Qingge sneered, her eyes filled with mockery and warning:
"Dream on! That's illegal! Don't you understand?"
boom--!
These words were even more explosive than Lin Zhou's abs just now.
The scene was deathly silent for a full three seconds.
Immediately afterwards, a burst of laughter and shouts a hundred times louder than before erupted.
"Holy crap! Hahaha! Paid content?"
"Empress Su is panicking! She's really panicking!"
"This isn't some aloof goddess, this is clearly Asia's king of jealousy!"
"Illegal? Hahaha, that's hilarious! You can get a prison sentence just for looking at abs?"
"I'm so smitten! That possessive little face is just too cute!"
Standing behind Su Qingge, Lin Zhou watched the back of the woman who was clearly thinner than him but was desperately trying to block all view with her arms outstretched. The softest string in his heart was plucked hard.
How come he never noticed before that this woman could be so... adorable when she's jealous?
"Wife..."
He couldn't help but reach out and gently poke Su Qingge's tense back, suppressing a laugh as he whispered:
"Um, everyone's watching, that's enough. If you keep blocking me, I'm going to suffocate."
"Shut up! If you don't want to kneel on durians when you get home, you'd better behave!"
Su Qingge yelled at him without turning her head, but the tips of her ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.
She was truly out of her mind with anger.
Seeing those women screaming and drooling over Lin Zhou's abs, the string of "reason" in her mind snapped instantly. At that moment, she had only one thought—
Block them!
We must stop them!
That's hers! Nobody's allowed to look!
Now that she had calmed down, hearing the laughter from below the stage, she belatedly felt a wave of social dread.
Good heavens, what did she just say?
Paid content? Illegal?
This is practically like they have "I'm jealous" written all over their foreheads!
Su Qingge felt like her face was burning hot; all she wanted to do was leave this socially awkward scene immediately.
"Director Yan! That concludes today's recording!"
She shouted at Yan Min, who was staring in disbelief in the audience, giving the production team no chance to react.
Then, under the watchful eyes of thousands of people in the audience.
Su Qingge turned around abruptly and grabbed Lin Zhou's wrist.
Although the hand was slender, its strength was astonishing; the fingernails almost dug into Lin Zhou's flesh.
"Walk!"
She gave a low shout and, without caring whether Lin Zhou followed or not, dragged him off the stage.
The way she was acting didn't look like she was bringing her husband home; it looked more like she was escorting a prisoner to the execution ground.
"Hey, hey, hey! Honey, slow down! My shoe! My shoe is about to fall off!"
Lin Zhou staggered behind her, being pulled from side to side, but his face was filled with an uncontrollable smile, the kind of fearlessness that comes with being favored.
"So what if it falls off! I'll just walk barefoot!"
Su Qingge didn't turn her head, her pace quickening, her high heels clicking loudly on the wooden steps, as if each step was designed to make the onlookers laugh.
The two walked one after the other through the crowd and through the afterglow of the campfire.
The wind blew Su Qingge's long hair, and the ends brushed against Lin Zhou's cheek, tickling him.
As the two figures walked away, pulling at each other, the live stream chat was completely flooded with comments.
The screen is filled with pink bubbles and the sour smell of lemon extract:
"Help! This damn possessiveness! Su Qingge, are you trying to kill me with sweetness?"
"'Only I can see this'? That's so domineering! But I like it!"
"Lin Zhou's expression... he's clearly being dragged along, so why does he look like he's enjoying it so much?"
"Is this the tension between a real married couple? It's a million times more captivating than any idol drama!"
"Alright, alright, this isn't a variety show finale, it's a massive display of affection!"
Yan Min only snapped out of her shock when the two figures completely disappeared into the night.
He glanced at the prize he hadn't had time to give away yet, then at the blacked-out monitor screen, and gave a helpless, bitter laugh.
This episode can be considered a complete masterpiece.
Whether it's Lin Zhou's girl group dance or Su Qingge's domineering protection of her husband, they're enough to paralyze the trending topics for three days and three nights.
"Alright, all units, take note."
Yan Min picked up the walkie-talkie, her tone revealing a satisfied weariness:
"First phase of recording has come to a perfect end! Everyone worked hard, let's have a special treat tonight!" Q